It was in third grade when I fist learned to draw Snoopy. Our teacher told us to open our books. There sat a colorful sketch of Snoopy on the first page. I decided to grab a piece of paper and trace him.
I finished tracing Snoopy. It looked terrible, but I didn’t stop. I traced again, and again and finally I could do it very well. I tried to draw without tracing. It worked too. Ever since, I have gotten better and better at drawing him. I haven’t ever stopped.
I finished tracing Snoopy. It looked terrible, but I didn’t stop. I traced again, and again and finally I could do it very well. I tried to draw without tracing. It worked too. Ever since, I have gotten better and better at drawing him. I haven’t ever stopped.